Chapter 154: Harry Potter's dismay (Edited)

Harry struggled to open his aching eyes and looked at the source of the sound.

In his vision, blurred by tears and pain, he vaguely saw a tall figure appearing next to Snape, though he couldn't see his face, but with his snow-white hair and beard, Harry couldn't be mistaken.

"Oooooooh!"

Harry struggled to say Dumbledore's name, but his tongue was bound by a spell.

"Ow...," Dumbledore sighed, "Why are you doing this?"

What answered him was a cold snort from Snape.

Shaking his head helplessly, Dumbledore drew his wand and waved it twice at Harry, who immediately felt the pain in his body quickly fade and his legs and tongue, which had been strained by the spell, released.

"Professor, Snape stole the Philosopher's Stone!" exclaimed Harry with a look of urgency as soon as his tongue was free and he quickly got up from the floor.

Then he saw, to his dismay, Snape unhurriedly pull the red stone from his pocket and toss it nonchalantly to Dumbledore.

"This...this is.... huh?"

Harry was confused, and when he saw Snape's sinister grin, he shouted again.

"Professor Dumbledore! Don't be fooled by him! He really did just take the Philosopher's Stone from me!"

"It's all right, Harry," Dumbledore's calm voice calmed Harry a little, "Severus acted with my permission," he said, "As for the details of this matter, you can ask your good friends, Ron and Hermione, or come to my office later to find me, now, you need to treat the boils on your face."

"Ron and Hermione? are they okay?!" asked Harry excitedly as he heard the names of his two best friends.

"Of course, they're fine," Dumbledore smiled and waved, "Come with me, your friends are waiting for you."

Harry followed Dumbledore through the black flames and back into the room where they had chosen the potion.

Then he saw his two best friends sitting unharmed at a round table, with two other familiar figures sitting next to them - Fish and Professor McGonagall.

"Meow hahaha!" Fish pointed at Harry and burst out laughing as soon as he saw him, "Have you been stealing honey, you knucklehead? Why did you get stung in the face like that, nya?"

Harry unconsciously reached up and touched his cheek, then felt a handful of bumps, and with the touch of his fingers came a less intense burning sensation.

It was then that he remembered that when he had been studying the Boil Boil Spell, the book had specifically mentioned the characteristics of this Spell.

Although a healing spell could alleviate most of the pain, the boil would have to be treated with a potion... or wait ten and a half days for it to fade on its own.

"Harry, are you okay?!"

Ron, his best friend, stood up from his chair and jumped in front of him, saying indignantly, "Snape was out of line! It's the Boil Curse, isn't it?"

Ron, who had learned the spell with Harry, recognized it at a glance.

Harry smiled grudgingly, the Boil Boils Spell was good enough, Ron couldn't even imagine what had happened in there.

But seeing that the two friends were safe and sound, the smile on Harry's face slowly became sincere, he hugged Ron and murmured, "It's great, it's really great that you're okay."

Ron froze, after Dumbledore's explanation and his own experience, he could probably guess how Snape had tricked Harry, so he wrapped his arms around him and gave him a firm pat on the back.

"Rat's Teeth, why are you crying? what's wrong, nya?"

Fish looked curiously at Hermione, who had suddenly wiped her eyes, and gave her and Harry a handful of rejuvenating pats.

"No, no, I'm fine."

Hermione bowed her head sheepishly and wiped the tears from her face.

Then she saw the green light coming from her ankle. When she was dealing with the troll just now, it swelled a little, but it was only a slight discomfort and she didn't feel much pain. Now he could no longer feel the slightest discomfort.

"What have you done to me?"

The studious Hermione asked in amazement.

"It's a healing spell nya! It worked, I healed Professor Greasehead from Fluffy's bite!" ?(●ΦwΦ●)?

Fish pointed at Snape, who hadn't said a word since he had arrived, and beamed proudly.

First, he looked at Snape with a complicated look, and after Hermione was astonished, he looked at Harry, who was also treated with [Rejuvenation] by Fich.

After shooting Snape a mixed look, Hermione glared at Harry, who had also been touched by Fish.

Harry's entire head was engulfed in a swirl of green light, which took a few moments to dissipate.

Then Hermione noticed that the boils on Harry's face had miraculously... shrunk a little.

Harry felt much better than before, and when he touched his cheek, although the boils hadn't shrunk much, there was no longer a burning sensation.

"Thank you, Fish."

After a brief exchange of words, the teachers led the students back to the surface, Harry was taken to the infirmary, Ron and Hermione returned to the dormitory, and Fish opted to stay and play with Fluffy for a while.

Professor McGonagall didn't stop him, he didn't have to go to class afterwards anyway, and it was nothing compared to the fight he'd had with Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest.

After playing with Fluffy for a while, Fish slipped into the kitchen, grabbed some food, and ran to see Harry in the infirmary.

He didn't know why he was doing it, but it was written in the storybook that his friend had to bring something to visit him in the hospital.

"Grandma White Hat!". ?●w●?

Walking through the door of the infirmary, Fish immediately jumped on Madam Pomfrey.

"It's little Fish," Madam Pomfrey smiled and rubbed his little head, "Are you here to see Harry?".

"Yes, nya," Fish nodded, "It says in the book that good friends come to visit when they're sick."

"Is that so? Fish is a good boy," Madam Pomfrey continued, stroking his head, "But Harry needs to rest, so you'll have to go after a while, Fish."

"All right, nya!" ?(●ΦwΦ●)?

After picking up some candy from Madam Pomfrey, Fish ran over to Harry's bed.

"Scar-head, I've come to see you, nya!". (●ΦwΦ●)?

"Fish?"

Harry immediately sat up from the bed, and Fish could see that the boils on his face had faded considerably, Madam Pomfrey's potion was working as well as ever.

"Excellent, Fish, I have just what I need to ask you!"

Originally, Harry had been tossing and turning in the hospital bed due to today's events and couldn't sleep, but now that Fish was here, he immediately wanted to ask.

"Nya?" ?w?

Fish, who was putting out food, cocked his head to one side and looked at Harry questioningly.

"Can you tell me what happened tonight?" asked Harry in an anxious tone.

"Tonight?" Fish looked down at the food in his hand, "Fish came to visit you."

Saying that, he held up the food in his hand towards Harry and showed it to him, "I brought you a present too, nya!"(●ΦwΦ●)つ

"... I'm not asking this..." Harry covered his brow, dumbfounded, and clarified the question, "I was asking about tonight, when we were behind the live I was asking about tonight, about what we were doing behind the live door."

"Oh," Fish cocked his head to the side for a moment to remember, and suddenly burst out laughing, "Meow hahaha! You were so stupid when you were fighting the Troll, Scarhead! If it wasn't for Rat Teeth, you would have lost."

"Urh... So can you tell me, when did you and Professor Dumbledore and the others, follow us? And why did you do it?"

Harry knew it had been a bit of a letdown, and although it was embarrassing, he wanted to know the truth more than anything, so he fought the embarrassment he felt and went on.

"Followed from the beginning, nya," Fisch sat cross-legged on the bed next to Harry, shaking himself, "Scarhead, you play a terrible flute, I can't believe Fluffy can fall asleep to such music, nya."

After teasing Harry's flute and Fluffy's taste, Fish finally got to Harry's main concern.

"The mean old man likes to follow us, he's followed Fish a few times, nya."

"What about Snape and Professor McGonagall? why did they come too?"

"I don't know!" Fish replied matter-of-factly, "Minerva took me there, they were already there when I arrived," and then added matter-of-factly, "The mean old man seemed to have talked to Rattooth and Redhead Number Four later about why, but Fish wasn't interested, so he didn't listen to him, nya! "

"..."

Looking at Fish, Harry sighed with a helpless look, knowing that it was impossible to get information from Fish.

"Is that so? Thanks, Fish, I'll ask Ron and the others tomorrow..."

It seemed there was no way to get to the bottom of this tonight.

Harry merely turned his motivation into appetite and sat across from Fish as he nibbled on the food he had brought.